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11h
Now I lay me down to bed
Mum doesn’t want me filled with dread
I go to sleep with no sorrow
Knowing I will  wake tomorrow
Thank you, Lord, for every breath
From now until my faraway death
I’ll do my best to live life well
They will never see my soul in Hell
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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